Title: Running Away
Summary: Strong, darkish, HOT, Harry! It's time to get rid of this pitiful Gryffindor mask, and become the Slytherin I was supposed to be. This is the re-write! WARNING SLASH HPTR.
Warnings: SLASH (male/male) pairings, swearing, violence, Evil! Slytherin! Harry!
Pairings: HP/TMR ?
Disclaimer: What are u looking at me for? I don't own it!
Previously: "And who exactly was this young boy Mr. Potter?" He asks in curiosity. Harry spoke softly and yet his voice seemed to surround the whole room at his next words.
"He is...now known as the Dark Lord Voldermort but back then his name was simply Thomas...Thomas Marvolo Riddle…"
January – 1937 (A couple months later)
Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked down at his arms. They had appeared after he woke up from a dream about the dark haired boy with mesmerizing green eyes.
Cuts and bruises not even a day old ran up and down his arms. A hysterical sob escaped his lips.
"Why is this happening to me?" He cries out loud.
A harsh knock at the door makes him jump in panic, hyperventilating he clutches his hand to his chest as if to calm his heart.
"Thomas Riddle opens this door right now!" Commands a strict voice.
"Just wa...waits Ms." Thomas stutters.
"Riddle! I do not have the patients nor do I have the time to keep yelling at ye threw a bloody door, now hurry up for Peters sake ye have a visitor."
Halting in his frantic clean up, Thomas repeats with some hope in his voice.
"Visitors Ms. for me…is you sure?"
"Yes Thomas I am sure, his name is Mr. Dumbledore he says he's got some urgent business with ye, he waits in yer rooms for ye."
Hurried footsteps faded down the hall way. Thomas looks up into his reflection while pulling down his shirt sleeves; his blood running cold.
"A Mr. Dumbledore, now where does that sound familiar?" Shrugging it off Thomas walks back to his room and greets his visitor with a cold mask. His gut instincts were screaming at him not to trust nor look into the elderly mans gaze.
"Thomas Marvolo Riddle?" Mr. Dumbledore asks quietly.
Thomas nods once and turns his head to look at a brick wall. Frowning Mr. Dumbledore tries again to get a response out of the young boy in front of him.
"My name is Albus Dumbledore; I'm a professor at a school called Hogwarts."
Thomas's blood being to boil; even though it hadn't even been ten minutes Thomas hated the man in front of him.
"You're from a mad house aren't you, you've come to take me away cos the old lady can't take the site of me and can't stand hearing me scream at night..I scare the children she says." Sneers Thomas.
"No Tom I'm not from a mad house, I'm from a school for special children who can do things, tell me Tom can you do things that other children can't?" Dumbledore peers over his half moon spectacles.
"I don't believe you! Prove it…Prove it that you're like me. Show me." Thomas hisses at him.
Fire erupts out of nowhere covering his cupboard in flames.
"Open the cupboard Tom." Dumbledore peers over his half moon spectacles in slight annoyance.
With wide eyes Thomas walks forward reaching out his hand to grasp the door handle only to pause.
"The fire won't hurt me will it?"
Leaning back in the wooden chair Dumbledore shakes his head and makes a gesture with his hand encouraging Thomas to open the cupboard.
Thomas slowly grasps the handle and pulls it open quickly only to find the box where he had placed all the things he had stolen from the other children in also covered in flames.
"Stealing will not be tolerated at Hogwarts Mr. Riddle and before you leave you will return everything you took from the other children." Dumbledore says firmly.
Breathing in deeply Thomas nods his head; he looks up at Dumbledore under his eyelashes and speaks softly.
"I see things others can't, I feel it as if I'm the one it's being done too and I have the markings too prove it. I make the other children hurt when their mean to me calling me a freak." He pauses lightly and watches as Dumbledore moves to exit his room.
"Oh and I can speak to snakes, they find me…whisper things."